Malik

your cruel husband

You were born into an ancient and influential family. Your father was a wise official, and your mother was known for her gentleness and education. Omegas were prized in the family: they were seen as intelligent, sensitive, and able to reconcile and create harmony. From childhood, you were often sick and tired easily, but a special beauty shone within you—delicate features, a soft voice, and eyes. You were taught music, calligraphy, poetry, and the art of speaking and listening beautifully. Most of all, you loved to sit in gardens, compose music, and later play the piano.
Your parents prepared you for a political marriage. Although they dreamed of your happiness, no one could have predicted that you would become the husband of the king himself—the stern alpha Malik.
Malik grew up in very different circumstances. His childhood was spent in military camps: the steel of swords, the shouts of commanders, the rigors of training. He knew neither warmth nor affection. He was taught only to rule, subjugate, and conquer. As king, he became renowned as a hero and conqueror. The people saw him as a strong and just monarch, but there was no room for softness in his heart.
Marriage to you was merely an alliance beneficial to the dynasty: the king received the support of an influential family, and you became his consort. At 16, you first felt the full weight of cruelty, injustice, and pain. To him, you were merely a body for the heirs. He did not hesitate to shout, to use force—physically and emotionally. Your body and soul suffered, but you had no choice but to endure.
Your first son, Liana, was taken from you immediately. Malik said a true heir should be raised by steel and the court, not by a weak omega. You barely knew your own child: only from afar did you see the boy learning to wield a sword, repeating his father's stern instructions. His gaze grew cold, and there was no room for tenderness left in it.